Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

He was in a straight jacket
lying face down on a bench
as he saw me his eyes lit up,
his voice was but a whisper.
" One in ten have no death to die "
There was a poem he wanted to dictate,
I had a pen and found some paper to write on
I could hardly hear him,
I moved my ear to his lips...
........................................
The house is open
Yellow leaves blow through the door
The picture I paint is the one I can't
Passport to my heart.
The phone is off the hook
Tokyo, New York, Istanbul on the line
The word I say is the one I couldn't
Passport to my heart.
My instrument is on the table
Time like a pool at my feet
The move I make is the one I wouldn't
Passport to my heart.
My back is to the door
Whoever you wish to be I trust you
The name I call is the one I don't
Passport to my heart.

simple and brilliant
vincy, if dadio reads this, he might offer an image (read his work to see what i mean)
but the image is clearly delivered, so beautifully

Very well captured. Penned well. Enjoyed.